Superfamily Oneshots

Sick?

A/n Hey guys, sorry this took so long to update, I've been really busy with school and stuff. This one was a request, and it turned out a lot longer than I had planned. Thanks to @Barbemeli for the request! As always, please ignore any spelling/grammar errors. Enjoy! 

Peter stumbled into the kitchen, shivering and coughing. He slumped into his seat, still coughing violently. Tony immediately noticed the 5 year old boy's condition.

"Peter looks sick" he whispered to Steve. Steve frowned as he took in Peter's disheveled appearance. 

"Yeah." he sighed back, shaking his head. "And on the first day of school to." He walked over to where Peter was sitting and lay his hand on his forehead. It didn't feel to hot, but you could never really tell. Peter sniffed.

"Papa" he whined, looking up at his dad. "I don't feel so good." Steve hugged the small boy.

"I know, kiddo. Why don't you go back to your room and rest a little bit while I go get Uncle Bruce?" Peter nodded, then gave a violent cough into his arm. He stumbled back to his room and closed the door. Steve watched him go, then turned back to Tony with a worried expression. "He seems really sick." 

"I know" Tony fretted. "He seemed fine yesterday, what could have happened?" At that moment, Clint walked in, followed by Bruce.

"Hey, what's up with Peter?" Bruce asked "I heard coughing from his room. Do you need me to check him out?" Steve nodded.

"That would be great." Bruce left and went to Peter's room.  Clint sighed.

"Poor kid. He was telling me just the other day about how much he hates being sick." 

"Yeah." Tony chimed in. "I just hope he's okay."

-Time skip 1 hour later-

Peter was snuggled on the couch under a mountain of blankets, watching The Lion King. Steve was next to him while Tony catered to their needs.

"Do you want any soup honey?" he asked Peter, who looked up with a weak smile and a cough.

"Yeah, chicken noodle would be awesome. Thanks dad." Tony nodded, then hurried to the kitchen.

"Peter needs more water too" Steve yelled back to his husband. Tony nodded and and began to fill up a water bottle. Bruce came up from the elevator brandishing a thermometer and some throat swabs.

"Alright Pete, I'm gonna need you to open wide okay?" Peter complied, and Bruce swabbed his throat, then stuck a thermometer in his ear. The display read 99.1. He frowned.

"Temperature is slightly elevated, but that might just be from the blankets." He strode back over to the elevator muttering something about mono. Tony swept back over from the kitchen bearing a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a tall bottle filled with icy water on a tray. He was just about to sit down when Clint strolled into the room in his uniform.

"Natasha and Bucky just finished up patrol on the north side" he said, slinging his quiver over his shoulder. "I'm gonna go out and do the south side, and one of you two is gonna have to do the east." He waved at Peter. "Buh-bye Pete, see in about an hour. Be good for Auntie Nat and Uncle Bucky." Peter froze for a second, then waved back.

"I will Uncle Clint!" He smiled and left for patrol just as Natasha and Bucky walked in. They took one look at Peter and raised their eyebrows simultaneously. 

"What's up with Peter, Cap?" Natasha questioned, gesturing towards the young boy. Steve looked up at her from his position on the couch and responded,

"He's sick, Natasha, I thought that would have been obvious." 

"Is he?" She looked right at Peter, who shrunk under her withering gaze. "What are his symptoms?" 

"He's been coughing non-stop since this morning and he has a fever." Tony piped up from the other side of the room. "Plus he's also been sneezing a lot and has chills." Natasha ignored him and walked over to the couch to kneel by Peter.

"Peter?" she asked, her voice steady. She didn't yell, but Peter could tell she was angry.

"Yes?" he whispered, pressing close to Steve and looking everywhere but his aunt.

"Are you really sick?" she asked, gently but firmly. He slowly shook his head. Steve gasped and looked down at the ashamed boy.

"Peter! Have you been lying to us all day?" Peter nodded his head, looking at the floor.

"I just.. I didn't want to go to school." he whispered, not looking at his dad. "There are lots of people there and I just wanted to spend time with you guys." Steve hugged him close to his chest while stroking his head with his thumb.

"It's okay if you don't want to go to school buddy, but lying is never okay." Steve said, pulling Peter away from his chest and raising his chin so he was looking him in the eyes. "You gotta tell us what you want. If you lie, we won't know how to help you, alright?" Peter nodded. "Now, go get your clothes on and your backpack and we're gonna drive you to school. Okay?"

"okay" Peter whispered. He got off the couch and shuffled towards his bedroom. Steve watched him go, then turned to Natasha who was standing with her arms crossed, smirking. 

"How did you know he was faking?" Steve asked. She laughed.

"How did you not  know?"

-1 week later-

"Papa?"

Steve awoke to see a small face standing by the edge of his bed, tugging at his sleeve. He blinked sleepily and looked at the clock, which read 3:56 A.M. He looked back at Peter, who was shivering violently. He instantly became concerned.

"What's wrong, kiddo?" Peter sniffed, which only seemed to increase his trembling.

"I think I'm sick Papa." Steve sighed.

"Are you really sick this time?" he asked, reaching down to feel Peter's forehead. He was burning up. Peter nodded, then winced and put his head in his hands. 

"My head hurts" he mumbled. 

-Time skip to 8:00 A.M-

The elevator dinged and Bruce came out of it. Tony looked up anxiously from his position on the couch next to a pale, shivering Peter.

"It's the flu" Bruce confirmed. "I've got antibiotics here for him, but most likely he won't be going to school for at least a week." Steve laughed wryly from in the kitchen and crossed over to the living room with a bowl of tomato soup.

"Well bud, you're gonna be spending a lot of time with now, huh?" Peter gratefully took the soup and nodded. Tony smiled and nuzzled his face in the small boys hair.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."